"What do you mean? Which prince is that?"
Someone nearby who didn't understand what was going on leaned in to ask.
"Even a prince couldn't cause a King to make such a big show."
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The speaker chuckled and began to explain to the others about Qian Er. Although the others didn't speak, they perked up their ears.
"Do you know how old the youngest Quasi-King in Yan, no, in all of humanity, is right now?"
He had a mysterious expression.
"Well… thirty-five years old? He really knows how to maintain his youth."
His expression made the others ponder. The previous world record for Quasi-Kings was held by a Steel-type Beastmaster a hundred years ago, who advanced to Quasi-King at thirty-seven.
Since he asked that, it must mean that the record has been broken, and the one who broke it should be a young person from this Imperial Academy.
But even if they racked their brains, they would only dare to guess an age of thirty-five, and wouldn't dare to say more.
The man laughed as if he had heard a joke.
"Thirty-five?! You underestimate him too much. That person is called Qian Er, and he became a Quasi-King at eighteen."
Those who can come here are not all from noble families, but they are all leaders in some field. Naturally, some people can learn about Qian Er's affairs through their own channels.
"Eighteen?!!!"
A burst of exclamations came from the surroundings, and everyone who heard this looked at the man in disbelief.
"This… how is this possible…"
Those who can come here usually consider themselves geniuses. They admit that they can't compare to top geniuses like Yu Feiyi, but they are not inferior to others. One person looked blankly at his hands. When he was eighteen, his strongest beast seemed to be only level 16. He was still complacent because his beast had completed its first evolution, making it much stronger than his peers.
But compared to this person, it was a world of difference. If he can be considered a genius, then what is this person?
Even now that he is over forty, his achievements are still not as high as this young man.
A sense of frustration and a strange sense of relief arose spontaneously.
"Yes, if it weren't for such an outrageous promotion speed and strength, it wouldn't be possible for Master Yu Feiyi to welcome him like this."
Although their emotions made them dare not believe it, the various anomalies in front of them still made their rationality understand that this extremely outrageous guess was likely true.
Especially when they saw Yu Feiyi personally riding that True King-level Holy-type beast and walking up to the young man, dismounting and chatting intimately with the young man, the last trace of luck was shattered. Each of them had a wry smile on their faces, and they didn't even know what they were thinking.
……
"Haha, you've finally arrived, Little Qian. Come, take a look, how is my royal robe? Does it match my temperament?"
Wearing a royal robe and crown, Yu Feiyi jumped off the back of the Holy Pegasus and came to show off to Qian Er excitedly.
The status of a King in Yan is equivalent to that of a feudal lord, but the clothing and travel are not as rigid as those of ancient feudal lords.
According to ancient etiquette, the clothing of a feudal lord consisted of a crown, robe, skirt, knee covering, and various cumbersome accessories, and the main body of the royal robe was a black robe with patterns painted on it, which was extremely uncomfortable to wear.
In modern times, there are more styles of royal robes. Yan advocates customizing them according to the Beastmaster's beast attributes and beasts, such as Yu Feiyi's set, which is mainly white, with golden patterns. Qian Er can also see patterns representing the Holy Pegasus on the clothes, as well as some other patterns, which should be Yu Feiyi's other beasts.
"You're here to show off to us."
The Earth-type professor seemed to have a good relationship with Yu Feiyi and joked with a smile.
At this time, Yu Feiyi also had a bitter face.
"Don't mention it, this dress is really only for showing off. It's really uncomfortable to wear."
The Earth-type professor pretended to be angry.
"You still wear it if it's uncomfortable? Give it to me if it's uncomfortable. The thing I want to do most in my life is to wear a King's royal robe."
Yu Feiyi quickly dodged.
"Hey… I won't give it to you…"
After laughing and joking, Yu Feiyi winked at the waiter next to him. The waiter nodded and immediately led the professors of the Imperial Academy down to rest, while he personally led Qian Er towards the interior of his palace.
They walked quickly along the way. One of them was a True King-level Beastmaster, and the other was a Dark-type Quasi-King with particularly strong physical feedback. At their speed, they quickly disappeared into the palace.
The other accompanying waiters didn't panic at all, but continued to do their own thing, showing professionalism.
Neither of them spoke, and they walked quickly all the way. The Bright King's Mansion, which covered hundreds of acres, was quickly toured by the two of them.
After touring the mansion, Yu Feiyi found a roadside stone and sat down without any demeanor.
"You've toured my mansion. What do you see?"
He took out a pack of cigarettes and wanted to hand one to Qian Er, but halfway through, he suddenly remembered Qian Er's age and retracted his hand as if electrocuted, then put the cigarette in his mouth back in the pack, and then asked Qian Er with a smile.
"Your hundred acres of mansion will probably be filled with corpses and blood tomorrow."
Taking out two bags of beef jerky from his space backpack and throwing one to Yu Feiyi, Qian Er chewed on the beef jerky and said slowly.
"Haha, I said you've been a bait every day, you must be particularly familiar with the taste of bait."
Yu Feiyi laughed, slapping his thigh, and put the beef jerky in his mouth at the same time.
After laughing for a while, he looked at Qian Er with a serious expression.
"Don't leave tonight, just stay next to me."
Qian Er nodded, chewing on the beef jerky, and agreed without any hesitation.
"Speaking of which, aren't the officials playing too big? Aren't they afraid of playing it off?"
Qian Er said meaningfully.
After all, the official actions have been too big recently.
Actively cutting off an arm and breaking with the aristocratic families is equivalent to cutting meat from one's own body with a knife. Although those rotten meats are useless, they are also part of the body of the giant Yan. When those rotten meats are still there, they can still support Yan's body and make Yan look scary.
But now, the officials are actively cutting off those rotten meats, exposing their weakness to other human countries and to the myriad races.
If they quietly develop at this time, it's okay, but at this time, the officials are still holding Yu Feiyi's coronation ceremony in a big way, which is not right.
"Hehe, didn't you pass the history class?"
Yu Feiyi asked with a smile, chewing on the beef jerky.
"How do you know?!"
Qian Er asked with wide eyes. Although he didn't take the exam, he estimated that it was about the same.
"This is an old tradition. It happened during the Rebellion of the Eight Kings hundreds of years ago. At that time, it was even more dangerous. The aristocratic families before the Rebellion of the Eight Kings were even so bold as to bewitch a human foundation to their camp."
"At that time, the officials also did this, and finally corrected the chaos and allowed Yan to be born from decay. Now, it's just copying homework."
